Tuesday, July 1, 2014

The silence of the balmy summer evening was interrupted by the minstrels' gentle strumming. The music echoed through the deserted town. Behind him laid a trail of death and revenge.
"Sit down, let me tell thee a tale," he sang. "Of a town filled with ill-will for a simple man and his mangy pup. In fear they did hang the dog. In anger the man did stab them all."
He walked out of town, tears dripping down his face. A heavy heart for the loss of his best friend and a deepened hatred for mankind.